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Drives need snail's pace notating, Andrew, I concur. Is all art unintentional, including poetry? It may spring from some source but where it goes can be bewildering or at least surprising. The composer just hops on for the ride. I like 'their own stringless music', suggesting lack of violins and (?) lack of (visible) connections between two points. Also the rendering of the wifely vernacular. Is it kaftan and axle? Or are these Corowa variations? Cheers, Bill On 30/12/2012, at 4:47 PM, Andrew Burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Unintentional Art > > In sunshine on the grey cement > songlines of silver dots > tell the story of another culture > crisscrossing and dotting their way > to their own stringless music > > I back down the drive > my wife in her flowing caftan > purple against the jacaranda blossoms > waves her arms between the gates > like Phillip Glass conducting > > but the music I hear is Cage-like > the gentle arrhythmical marimba of > dandelion heads in the grass centre of our drive > beating and binging on drive shaft > muffler and axels > > My wife jumps in the car at the gate > and says: ‘Now, we mustn’t forget the bank.’ > Turns to me and says: ‘What are you doing?’ > ‘I am trying to notate our drive, y’know, > like Grainger did with a piano roll.’ > > > -- > All comments welcome. > > > > Andrew > http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ > 'Undercover of Lightness' http://walleahpress.com.au/recent-publications.html > 'Shikibu Shuffle' > http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/new-from-aboveground-press-shikibu.html >